The Best Friends (F/F) - Sex Stories

The Best Friends (F/F)

... could picture myself painting her toenails… And Kayla knew it.

She released me from the hug, smiling at me, eyes glistening.

“I’ll even let you pick the colour.” She turned on her heels, heading toward the door of her house.

“Fetch my bags for me,” she said over her shoulder as I watched her perfect ass and shapely legs make their way inside.

And like a complete idiot, I fetched her bags from the car and started toward the house.

“You can bring those up to my room,” she grinned, me following her upstairs, cursing myself, knowing I’d made a huge mistake. But it was too late now. I’d made it clear to Kayla that her feet had power over me, and my lovely BFF was focused on establishing a new hierarchy in our friendship. While I dumped her bags, she went into her bathroom, returning with a handful of nail polish.

“So… pink, purple or red?” she asked with a smile. I tried to summon some resistance.

“Look, Kayla… I…” She cut me off.

“Pink, purple, or red?” My eyes fell from hers, landing on her feet.

“Pink,” I sighed with a little squeak. Kayla sat on the edge of the bed.

“Come to me,” she smiled. I slowly walked to my best friend.

“You can’t paint my toenails from up there, Michelle,” she chuckled, the biggest smile on her face as I sunk to my knees.

She raised her feet, placing them onto the tops of my thighs, passing the nail polish down to me. Tears were forming in my eyes… Not because I didn’t want to paint her toenails… But because I ...

... couldn’t stop myself from desperately wanting to!

Kayla looked down at me, grazing my thigh with her toe.

“You know what, Michelle? You’re my best friend. It’s ok. You don’t have to paint my toenails.”

But it was too late. I was here, kneeling, those pretty toes running over my thighs. I was captivated. I simply HAD to go through with this. My hidden desires were finally completely out in the open, allowing them to take full control of me.

“It’s ok,” I breathed, “I want to do it.”

Of course, Kayla was fully aware that deep down I wanted to do it. She was playing with me, setting her little trap, knowing I’d fall right into it.

“No,” she said, “It’s obvious you DON’T want to do it.”

I looked up at her pleadingly, whispering “please” as she did her best to hide her smirk.

“If you REALLY want to… Prove it.”

My hands were shaking as I asked, “How?”

“Well, Michelle, people usually pay to do things they really want to do. My half of the costs of our getaway came to $1855. If you really want to paint my toenails, you’ll reimburse me for the cost of our getaway.”

I looked up at her. Was she insane? $1855 for the honour of painting her nails???

But Kayla knew she had me… All she was trying to figure out was how deep in I was. She ran her foot right up my thigh, under my skirt, toe giving my panties the slightest graze as I breathed my defeat.

“Deal.”

She just smiled down at me.

“Well, aren’t you a good girl,” she said condescendingly.

And so it ...